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[Norman Greenbaum]
♪ When I die
and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ Gonna go to the place
that's the best ♪

♪ When I lay me down
to die ♪

♪ Going up
to the spirit in the sky ♪

Boston is, indeed,
the best place to die

in this country.

State of the art
technology

allows our medical examiners
and criminalists

to provide cutting-edge service.

By eliminating toe tags

and switching
to a barcode system,

every aspect
of each case, each body,

can now be tracked
through one central computer.

And the next generation

of forensic tools,

like the Trace Evidence
Concentrator,

or "Tracey"
as I like to call her,

allow us to determine
cause of death

in 99.1% of our homicides,

allowing families to grieve

and to move on as best
as is humanly possible.

Boston welcomes

the American Medical Examiners
Association.

[claps hands]

What do you think?

The song is a bit much, right?
I--I told him.

What are you talking about?
It's perfect.

It's too much.

Over the top.
Way too much.

That said...

I think we may
just beat Miami this year.

[laughter]
Yes!

I've been waiting
three years for this.

Get lots of sleep tonight,
fellas.

And Nigel, keep the tie.
It's a nice touch.

Judges will be in the conference
room 9:00 a.m. sharp.

Presentation,
inspect the morgue,

check our autopsy findings
against the bodies.

Does Jordan know
about the time change?

No. Let's leave Jordan
out of this.

We all remember
what a disaster

her presentation was
last year.

Those lame jokes.

[Jordan]
11:00 a.m., right?

What?

Our big presentation
tomorrow.

Yep. 11:00.

I thought my show and tell
last year

was really effective.

But this year, I'm thinking
of throwing in a few more jokes,

'cause they love
that stuff.

Absolutely.
Keep 'em laughing, you know?

Listen, I gotta get outta here.
I'm a nervous wreck.

So 11:00.

Mm-hmm.
See you then.

Okay.

[Sidney]
What in the world
are you looking at?

Oh, this tattoo here.

Okay, what about it?

My dad has one
identical to it.

Same spot, right ankle.

That's Joe Pokaski.

Yeah, you know him?

Yeah, he was a cop
with my dad.

How'd he die?

They found him under
Bourne Bridge this morning.

He drowned.

My dad should know
about this.

Still no word from him?

No.

I hired that private eye
friend of Nigel's.
Mm-hmm.

Paid him two grand.
Haven't heard a word.

Ooh.

You know, Sidney,

could you try to track down
Charlie Krug?

He was Joe's partner
from the force.

Leave the number
on my desk.

I just wanna call him
first thing in the morning.Okay. I'll do it right now.

Great, thanks.No problem.

Jordan,
I want you to say it.

Say what?

You're avoiding me.

Why would I be doing that?

Ever since
we got back from L.A.

And I think it's time
that we talked about this.

What "this"?

Us.

Jordan, come on.

All right, fine,
you know what?

You're right.

We really should be
adult about this.

Good.
That's great.

I'm just gonna go grab
a ballistics report from Bug.

Wait here for me,
I'll drive.

We'll go grab a drink.

Oh, no, that's a bad idea.

My drinking or me driving?

We should take

separate cars.

I mean, that way
we just avoid the whole

"I'll just drop you off
at your place" kind of thing.

You're killing me,
Jordan.

J.B.'s.
Half an hour.

I'll meet you there.

Hello, Jordan.

Do I know you?

No. I'm looking
for your father.

My father.
Why?

Let's just say
he owes me something.

You know what?

I think you got
the wrong person,

because I really have no idea
where he is.

See now,

I think you do.

Who are you?

And see, I think
you're gonna tell me.

This conversation is over.

I'm getting in my car
and I'm driving away.

[gun cocks]

Make no mistake.

I'm going to kill Max,
one way or the other.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[Sidney] Jordan!

Did you see that man?

See who?

That man.
He was just here.

No, no.

No, no I don't see anybody.

You didn't see
a man here?

No, Jordan, I didn't.
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Look, I, uh, was heading home
when I decided to stop by

and tell you that that guy you
wanted me to find out about,

Charlie Krug--Yeah.

Well, he died yesterday
in Florida.

But the weird thing is
that he also drowned too.

I need to find my father.

Hey, Sherlock!

[pounds door]

I've got a hangover
the size of my ass.

This better be good.

Open the hell up.

[pounds door]

Mrs. Cavanaugh.

What time is it?

9:00.

In the morning?

At night.

What'd you find out
about my dad?

Well, I haven't
found him yet.

Not the easiest man
on the planet to find.

You've had an entire month.
You haven't found anything?

No, I didn't say that.

You know, just tell me
what you know.

Well...

Uh, he's got a sister

in Evanston, Illinois.

And he was last seen driving

a '64 Ford Fairlane.

Right.
Because I told you all that.

How about something new.

What about Sam Keller?
Did you follow that lead?

Sam Keller.
Yeah.

He wasn't much help.

Sam is a woman.

He is?

She and my dad dated
when I was in high school.

You haven't done
a damn thing, have you?

Well, I've been a bit busy,
doing some stuff--

I gave you $2,000
to find my dad.

I have every intention
of doing that.

You son of a bitch!

No. Wait!

Look, I'm sorry.

So what do you think?

[snaps]
Looks great, Brian.

I'm telling you,
Buggles,

I spoke to me mate
in Milwaukee.

He said the year they won,

corporate sponsors threw tons
of new gizmos their way.

Oh, be still, my heart.

Yeah, I'll be able
to expand me website.

www.nigelblog.com

won't be just
about solving murders,

it'll be theplace to learn

about cutting edge forensics
in this country.

Screw that--
the world!

Hey.
Hey.

How's that going,
that blog thing?

Well, we're getting
thousands of hits a week.

Mark my words,

the Beacon Hill Murders
may be solved

before the week is out.

It's technology,
my friends.

Speaking of which,
time to check myself out.

You bar-coded yourself?

It's good enough
for our cadavers.

Easier than punching
the clock.

See?
It's all about efficiency.

[electronic beeps]

[error bleep]

No. It can't be.

Data's been wiped.

[Bug scoffs]

I'm sorry, did you say something
about efficiency?

[computer keys tapping]

[error bleep]

[slaps desk]

It's gone!

Calm down, Nigel.

No, no, no.
You don't understand.

Every body in this morgue was
logged in via this system.

Their paper identification
was discarded.

If the system
isn't working...

We still have hard copies
of all the autopsy records.

Yes, but without
the computer,

we don't know which file
belongs to which body.

You're kidding.

Who would set up
a system that stupid?

This is a bloody disaster.

You know,
when the A.M.E.A. judges

pull a body from the drawer
tomorrow morning

and ask us
to tell them about it,

we're not gonna know
who, what, why, when, or how!

We are toast.

You've got to help me.

Help you how?

It's not like we could
re-identify every body

in cold storage
by 9:00 a.m.

There's got to be
a couple of hundred bodies.

Well, what other choice
do we have, Bug?

Oh, God!

[Bug] We'll be right back.

I tried to call.

You didn't pick up
your phone.

There was a live band.

I waited an hour.

Something came up.

Something always
comes up, Jordan.

It's about my father.

Yeah?

Someone's trying to kill him.

What?

Two friends of his,
both cops,

have been drowned
within the last 24 hours.

And then some guy
puts a gun to my head

and says that
he's looking for my father.

Who was he?
What'd he look like?

Mid 60s, gray hair.

Like a guy who's done
a lot of bad things.

Think you could pick him
out of the mug book?

Yeah.
All right, wait here.

[sighs]

[cell phone rings]

Hello.

This is Sherlock.

I didn't tell you
everything I know.

Okay.
So tell me now.

No.
Not on the phone.

Meet me at the end of Pier 43,
harbor side, in the cannery.

I'll tell you everything.

You want to see your father
alive again,

come alone.

[dial tone]

Jordan?

[Lily]
Wouldn't it have been smarter

to put the bar code number
onthe files?

No, the bar code and the name
were inextricably linked.

There was no need.

Clearly.
[Lily]
Hmm!

Okay, if the peanut gallery
is done griping,

can we move on, please?

Time's a-wasting.

Thank you.

Female, Caucasian.

Brown hair.

Youngish.

Not more than 35.

This woman's not 35.
Try 60.

Don't start with me, Bug.

Her hands.

They're wrinkly,
varicose veins,

sunspots.

Great!

That limits our list
to maybe 30 possible targets

for Jane Doe number one
of 147.

You guys having a party?

We're a little busy, Brian.

It's cool.

There's a couple waiting
in the conference room.

Their name's Jenkins.

They're here to see
their daughter's body.

Now?
Now?
Now?

Yeah.

Mr. Jenkins.

Mrs. Jenkins.

I'm Lily Lebowski.

Where is she?

We need to see our baby.

I'm so sorry,

but there's
no Medical Examiner on duty

to show her to you.

If you could come back
tomorrow--

We just drove up
from Baltimore.

They called us,
and we need to see her.

She'd been missing
almost a week.

Now, they said she got hit by
an elevated subway train.

Why did it take 'em
so long to call us?

Your daughter didn't have
any ID on her.

So we needed
to match her fingerprints

to the missing persons report
that you filed.

They said
that it happened in a...

crime-infested neighborhood?

What was she doing
in a place like that?

Did the police discuss
any of this with you?

Discuss what?

We just want to know
what she was doing there.

Your daughter was found
in an area

where there was
a lot of solicitation.

Excuse me?

A black girl
in a bad neighborhood

and suddenly she's a hooker?

Is that it?

I'm sorry, it's just
that the evidence

that was collected--

Traces of cocaine?

Multiple semen donors?

This is not our daughter.

This is not our Chris.

Now I want
to see my daughter.

I am so sorry,

but I can't.

If you could
come back tomorrow...

[metal chain clinks]

[footsteps]

[machine gun fire]

[smashing sound]

[man gasps]

Help.

Oh, God, please help me.

Help.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know
he was gonna kill them.

[shots firing]

[Cahill]
Why don't you come out now,
sweetheart?

You're wasting
both our time here.

Shh.

Dad?

Come with me.

What happened back there?

Who was that?

And where have you been
all this time?!

Any particular order
you want those answered in?

And by the way,
nice to see you too, Jordan.

Oh, yeah, forgive me
for not making small talk.

Okay, so, how was
the weather down in

wherever the hell you were
for the last year!

Oh, come on.

And let's start
with who that freak was

and why he wants you dead.

It's Cahill.

Cahill--
with the Irish mob?

Yeah.

He the one who killed
Joe Pokaski and Charlie Krug?

Which leaves
just me and Pete.

O'Malley?

We gotta get over
to his place and warn him.

Why?

30 years ago,

the four of us--Pokaski,
Krug, O'Malley, and me--

were working
a cop-killing case

that we traced
to Cahill himself.

Well, Pokaski and Krug
went undercover

and dug up enough evidence
to pin the murder on him.

They put him away
for almost 30 years.

But he's out now.

Taking revenge,
one at a time.

Dad, we gotta call
the cops.

[straining]
No.

No cops.

What are you talking about?

Just promise me
no cops.

A man was murdered back there!
We have to at least--

You don't get it, Jordan!

They'll find that body
two weeks from now,

floating face down
in the river 40 miles away.

This isn't some amateur

we're dealing with here!

God, you're bleeding.

[straining]
Yeah.

Tends to happen
when you get shot.

We gotta get you
to a hospital.

No, we gotta get
to O'Malley before Cahill.

I--I just--

Dad--

Dad!

[woman over speaker]
Dr. Kravitz, you have
a visitor in the main lobby.

Dr. Kravitz, a visitor
in the main lobby.

Hi.

He belong to you?

He's my dad,
so yeah, I guess.

Kinda cute.
He single?

You could say he comes
with a few strings attached.

He's gonna be fine.

Bullet went clean through.

Yeah, I know.

I spoke with the doctor.

Musta pissed someone off
real good though, huh?

I'm sorry?

To shoot him.

Police should be here
any minute.

We report these things,
you know.

Yeah.

Wasn't you, was it?

Me? No.

Although I have been
a little ticked off

at him myself lately.

Not to intrude,

but let me give you
a little free advice.

First, a man his age

should not be running
around getting shot at.

Hey, you preacher,
me choir.

And second, try not
to stay mad at each other.

I see a lot of people
drop dead in this place.

You don't wanna say something
you can't take back.

Trust me, I know.

I appreciate the advice.

She's right.

Oh, jeez.

I'm not dead, am I?

No.

We usually toss a sheet
over you if you are.

Where am I?

St. Edmund's.

You didn't check me in

under my real name,
did you?

Oh, jeez, Jordan.

Whoa, whoa, whoa there,
big fella.

No, I gotta get
out of here.

He'll find me.
No, Dad.

I'm gonna get a security guard.
You'll be fine.

Hey, wait, not to state
the obvious here,

but is there something going on
that I should know about?

Just stay with him.

[grunts]

Whoa, whoa, whoa--

Gail? Is that your name?

Excuse me--

I need you to lie back.

All right, okay.
We're moving on to Plan B.

He's here, isn't he?

You know, I'm really not getting
paid enough for this.

Listen to me.

Someone is trying
to kill my father.

We need your help.

'Scuse me, sweetheart?

Visiting hours
are over, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I hadn't realized.

You're gonna have to leave.

We have rules.I'm sure you do.

And I can appreciate that,
coming from such

an attractive package
as yourself, it's just,

I'm looking
for someone, a man.

Aren't we all.

He's a big guy,

6'5", 6'6", blonde.

Mm, sounding better
all the time.

Name's Cavanaugh.

They said he was
on this floor somewhere.

Ah, sorry.

I don't work this floor.

I'm here for a pick-up.

Who you got there?

This?
Oh...

You don't wanna
be near this guy.

He's highly contagious.

Lots of puss.

Let me see him.

Fine,

knock yourself out.

Hey, fellas, how you doin'?

[Nigel]
I just think
we're wasting precious time

prioritizing this girl.

You know,
she'll turn up eventually.

Your daughter dies,

you haven't seen her
in months.

But hey, why don't you
let her rot

in a cold, dark room where
no one even knows who she is?

Come on, that's
a bit dramatic, isn't it?

You didn't see the look
on their faces.

Imagine discovering
your daughter--

In quite a messy state?

You said African American,

22, hit by a subway?

I think this is your girl.

Oh!

That can't be Chris Jenkins,

because I have Chris Jenkins
right here.

Only this one's a he.

There are two Chris Jenkins?

Age 35, Male, Caucasian,

died of a brain aneurysm...

Wait a minute.

List off the trace we found
on your Chris Jenkins.

No, why?

Because this is looking
awfully familiar.

[Nigel sighs]

Multiple DNA donors,

semen, saliva, sweat,
trace cocaine,

Viagra.
Viagra.

Traces
of O-negative blood, lice,

Grape soda.Grape soda.

They have
the same trace evidence?

How is that possible?

[Nigel]
When "Tracey" here

interfaced with
the bar code system,

she got tripped up

by two bodies having
the name "Chris Jenkins,"

assigned the same trace
to both of them.

That's what we get

for letting a machine
do our jobs for us.

No, the machine
is state of the art.

It's top of the line.

If trace evidence is wrong,

then--then maybe she wasn't
a prostitute.

We don't have time to determine
that right now, Lily.

Yeah, we'd have to do
a full forensic workup.

[Nigel] Guys, it's after midnight.

The presentation's
in eight and half hours.

We still have 200 bodies
to identify.

No, we have to find out
the truth about her.

Her parents are devastated.

Okay, fine, the second

the presentation's over,
I'm there for you.

Is that what we care about?

Winning some stupid contest?

No, it's just that
if we divert our resources

to work the trace
on this girl--

Listen to yourself.

"Diverting resources"?

That's what got us into
this mess in the first place.

Treating people like numbers.

She's right.

We were gonna be number one.

Oh, come on,
face it, Nigel.

Your hi-tech system?
It doesn't work.

It sucks.

And if we put
this family through hell,

do we really deserve
to be number one?

[man chuckles]

Hey, Max.

Pete.

Jordan.

Hey, Uncle Pete.

Oh, gee, look--

What the hell
are you two doing here, huh?

It's Cahill, Pete.

He's out.

They released him last week.

Joe?

Charlie?

They're dead.

[blows out]
Dead.

My God.

All these years, I thought
we'd gotten away with it.

Got away with what?

We should never
have framed him.

Guess you must've left
that part out.

All right,
I should've called you,

but he said no cops.

He?

It's a long story.

Jordan, I waited for you
another hour.

Can we talk
about this later?

We've got a situation here,
and I need your help.

Oh, a situation.
I didn't--I didn't realize.

Let me guess,
it's about your dad.

And he's been abducted
by aliens--

I'd take an alien abduction
right about now.

And it's nice to see
the two of you

are still getting along
so well.

Max.

So what'd you guys do,

like, plant evidence on him?

Oh, you didn't know?

That was my dad's specialty
on the force.

He was guilty.

I don't have any regrets.

No, of course not.

We need to go
on the offensive.

Meaning what?

Find him before he finds us.

How?
He's out there tracking us.

How did Cahill find you?

Private detective.

You knew about the PI?

He was sniffing
around for a couple of weeks.

I figured you'd hired him
to find me.

Well, he told me
he hadn't found you.

Because I paid him off.

Then he calls me tonight,

telling me you're in danger,

and that I should meet him
at the cannery.

[Pete] So Cahill and the PI were both looking for you.

Cahill finds out somebody else
is on your trail,

gets to him, hires him
to find all of us.

Son of bitch
was working for Cahill.

Whoa.
How do we know all this?

Before he died, he said

that he didn't know Cahill
would kill them-- them.

He obviously knew
about Charlie and Joe.

So if Cahill and the PI
were working together,

he was our only connection.

[Max] A lot of good it does us.

He's dead.

Well, maybe
there's a paper trail,

a phone number
in his office

that might lead us to Cahill.

All right, we'll go.

You two stay here.

No, no.
We're going with you.

Haven't you gotten yourselves
in enough trouble already?

[blows out]

I thought Iwas a slob.

Okay, if I was this guy,

where would I keep
my files?

So, where's your dad been
all this time?

Uh, I don't know.

And if I asked him, I'm not sure
I'd get a straight answer.

Why's it so hard
between the two of you?

Just lucky, I guess.

No, really, you--

You guys are
in this cosmic battle,

like everything's
one giant mess.

When I was about 12,

I came home
from school one day,

and I found my dad sitting
on the front steps.

I could tell
he'd been crying.

And he said that he locked himself out.

I thought it was so strange

that he would cry over something
little like that.

Scared the hell out me.

Of course now

I know that it wasn't
about locking himself out.

But at the time, all I could
think was that I needed...

to take better care of him.

That I was all he had.

So I guess that's kind of our...
problem, in a nutshell.

A man likes to think that
he can take care of himself.

Especially
with his own daughter.

I think he's always resented
needing me so much.

I'm sorry I was pushing you
so hard earlier tonight.

About us.

I don't want to be
another man in your life

who resents needing you.

Since when did you become
so self-actualized?

I don't know what that means,
but it sounds pathetic.

No.

No, actually,
I think I like it.

I'm gonna go check
the bedroom.

Jordan?
What just happened?

I think the lights went out.

Yeah, I know, but why?

[furniture clunks,
Woody grunts]

Okay...

[door shuts]

Jordan?

Jordan!

Jordan!
Open the door!

[knocking on door]

[punch lands]

Jordan!

[pounding on door]

Jordan, open the door!

Jordan! Jordan!

This makes no sense.

I've swabbed every inch of her body,

but there's no trace

of the semen or the saliva.

She's clean.

Her parents were right.

Cops took one look at her,

she's black,
she's in South Boston at night,

she had the roll of bills.

They figured
she was a prostitute.

Maybe he'sthe prostitute.

Yeah, or a John.

[mass spectrometer beeps]

Whoa, Chris,
you certainly got around.

[Bug]
So what accounts for the trace

that we didfind on her?

Alcohol, soot, tar,
fecal matter.

I mean, doesn't exactly sound
like Anne of Green Gables.

Sounds more
like she's homeless.

Yeah, but her feet
and nails,

they are
in excellent condition.

[mass spectrometer beeps]

Wait a minute,

I'm picking up something
that "Tracey" missed.

A composition solid.

Salt,

coloring agents, coagulate,

curd of animal's milk--

Cheese?

Yeah, but her stomach contents

were filled
with soy and vegetables.

That's supposed
to mean something?

Cheese? Actually...

I think it does.

Woody.

[Woody over phone] Jordan, where the hell are you?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

[Cahill] Put Max on.

I need to speak to my dad.

[Max] Jordan?

Just tell me you're all right.

Yeah, Dad, I'm fine.

There's someone here
who wants to speak to you.

Hello, Max.

It's been a long time.

I swear to God, Cahill,

you hurt my daughter
and I'll kill you.

Threats don't mean
much to me anymore.

What do you want
with her?

Now, there's
a stupid question.

Fine.

Just tell me where.

[phone snaps shut]

Where is she?
What did he say?

I can't tell you.

What?

It's our turn.

You're staying here.

He wants us.
This has nothing to do with you.

Are you people nuts?

He'll kill her, Woody.

I'm not taking that chance.

Max, listen to me.

You're not the only one
who cares about her.

Now, we need a plan
here, fellas, okay?

And in order
for that to work,

you gotta tell me everything,
and I mean everything.

'Cause I got a feeling
this is a lot more complicated

than you're letting on.

You okay?

Your move, Cahill!

[Cahill]
Where's O'Malley?

He's coming.

Get on your knees.

Now!

Hands behind your head.

You shouldn't have
come here, Dad.

He's gonna kill you.

Not until I get my money.

What money?

Oh, you never told her,
huh, Max?

Tell me what?

Jordan, I--

What money?

$5 million.

They framed me for it.

Framed me

so they could steal my money.

Go ahead, tell her.

All right, here's the deal.

O'Malley here
has a half a million of it.

[Max]
Show him, Pete!

You let Jordan go,

we'll give you the rest.

Not much of a deal,
is it, Max?

You get your daughter
and your life?

I spent 30 years
behind bars.

Where's my retribution?

Where'smy justice?

Tell you what,

how 'bout I kill you all

and take
the half a million?

[Max]
All right!

Let her go and take me.

[Pete] Don't do it, Max.

My life for hers.

Dad!

Come on,
take it or leave it!

[Cahill]
Fine.

I'll take it.

[shot fires]

Dad!

Max, are you all right?

Oh, God!I'm all right, Jordan.

Shh, don't move.

I'm wearing the vest.

That's what I was trying
to tell you.

You guys all right?

Pete, you take the flank.
I'm going after him.

Yeah.

There was no money, Jordan.

A few thousand
Woody pulled from impound.

We didn't steal
the five million from Cahill.

We were going to,
but it wasn't there.

Someone inside his operation
musta gotten it.

[gun fires]

He drew on me.

[pants and sighs]

You were right.

The file
that you saw last night,

it was, um...

There was a glitch.

A glitch?

Sometimes evidence points

in one direction,

and it's not until we look,

we really look hard,

that we see
that it doesn't mean

what it looks
like it means.

So you're saying
you screwed up?

Yes.

Hey, morning, guys.

I got a full night's sleep,

didn't nick myself shaving,

no traffic on the pike.

All signs point--

What?

Is there something
you want to tell me?

Our, um, our new
bar-code system

tried to access
an incorrect MA,

uh, resulting
in a programming--

Nigel?It crashed.

This is bad.

[Bug]
Which left us with 300

John and Jane Does.

This is so bad.

And we could've put the whole
thing back together again,

but then these parents came in,

looking for their daughter.

[Lily]
Chris was in that neighborhood

because she was distributing
cheese sandwiches,

USDA emergency rations,
to the homeless.

We confirmed it
with the shelter.

On behalf
of this entire office,

I want to offer
our most heartfelt apologies.

Thank you.

[Nigel] Seems our new systems led

to an erroneous conclusion

about the girl--

That she was a prostitute.

We had no choice
but to find the truth.

Which is exactly
why we arethe best.

Took the Red Sox 86 years
to win the World Series.

I'm a patient man.

[drawer slams]

Hi.
Hi.

Look, Jordan--

About the money--

It was a long time ago.

I was young, stupid.

I had a wife, a kid.

And I made practically nothing
on the force.

I don't earn much either,

but you don't see me
robbing any banks.

You know what kind of money
your mother came from.

How was I supposed
to compete with that?

I wanted a life
for you, for her--

So you were gonna steal it.

But I didn't.

Because it was gone
when you got there, Dad.

It's hardly
a moral high ground.

Well, thank God
it wasn't there.

'Cause I'm not sure
I could have lived with myself

if I'd gotten away
with it.

Easy for you
to say now.

For God sakes, Jordan.

When are you gonna stop being
so disappointed in me?

When you stop being
so disappointing.

That's--that's fair.

[Sidney]
Hey, Jordan, that body in Trace?

Yeah,
what about it?

The initial report says
he was shot in self-defense.

That's right.Okay, well, you need
to take a look at this,

because there's GSR tattooing
around the wound.

Now, I'm not so sure
"self-defense"

is what I would call it.

I would say
it's more like an execution.

Hi, Pete.

Jordan.

I just wanted to see
if you were okay.

I'm fine.

You going somewhere?

Yeah, thought I'd go
down to Florida.

Do a little fishin'.

I didn't know
that you fished.

I fish.

Are you going
to invite me in?

No.

Well, I gotta
hand it to you, Pete.

You got will power,

sitting on it all these years.

Cahill was a powerful man,
even behind bars.

I always knew I'd have
to kill him someday

if I wanted to spend it.

But you're not gonna spend it.

I gotta turn you in.

I'm real sorry to hear that.

What are you doing, Pete?

Please, Jordan.

Just walk away.

This doesn't concern you, Max.

You're holding a gun,
and that's my daughter.

I think it does.

We'll split it, Max.

You and me.

Sorry.

Not interested.

[Pete]
It's $5 million.

It's blood money.

No, Max.

We deserve this money.
We earned it!

40 years on the force,

putting our asses
on the line,

day after day,
year after year,

for no money!

It wasn't fair.

We earned this money.

You were always my favorite, Pete.

You'd tell those dumb jokes

every time you came over for dinner.

And then you'd...

do those magic tricks
that I always fell for.

I used to love that.

Gimme the gun, Pete.

I'm sorry.

[crying]

[Max]
I brought you some chowder.

Had 'em put in a dash
of that hot sauce you like.

Great.
How much do I owe ya?

I'm still
your father, Jordan.

I can buy ya
a cup of soup.

Well, maybe this'll help.

What--

You sold the bar,
didn't you?

Ah, what the hell.

I was a lousy
businessman, anyway.

So...

You gonna ask me

where I've been
all this time or not?

No.

Not interested?

I just don't want you
to have to lie.

You're here.

We're both adults,

and, uh, for some reason,
we still love each other.

That's all that matters.

I think we should
call a truce.

What have you done
with my daughter?

Dad, I'm serious.

We're either
wasting our time

screaming at each other
about the past,

or we're avoiding each other

and wondering why
we're so damn lonely.

I want to throw in the towel.

I wish it was that simple.

It can be, Dad.

Dad, it's up to us.

We gotta start over.

How?

How do we do that, Jordan?

You know,
I have no idea.

But maybe it's, uh,

us downing our chowder
and going from there.

To starting over?

To starting over.

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